His breath against my pussy made my toes curl, and when his tongue slipped between my folds, my mind shut down. Unable to move or think straight, I shoved my fingers through his hair as the stubble along his jaw scratched my hot skin. He pushed two fingers inside me, hitting the sweet spot.
Gripping his hair in my hands, I held him tight and screamed his name. He pinned my trembling thighs against the mattress with each flick of his tongue. And after I came twice, feeling as if I couldn’t handle another orgasm, he glanced up at me, his mouth covered in my juices.
Marcello sat up and pushed my legs open wider. He fisted his cock and positioned himself at my entrance. A moment of hesitation passed before he took me in one quick thrust, giving me no time to adjust to his size.
Grabbing my hips, he fucked me so hard my eyes slammed shut. The moment of pain quickly passed and turned into intense pleasure. He was rough, fueled by the madness dancing across his sad blue irises. My handsome Devil kissed me like a psychopath, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth, marking me like an animal. And when our eyes meet, he looked so damn sexy and unhinged, sucking me in with his red-hot gaze.
With my legs wrapped around his muscular back, my heels digging into his firm backside, I pushed him deeper and deeper, losing control with each forceful thrust. I bit my lip from the pain that rolled over me in waves. Pain and pleasure were the same with Marcello. He always made me feel good, never left me without at least a few orgasms. I liked that about him. Even if he was a dick sometimes, he always delivered.
Beads of sweat slid down his forehead as he pumped into me faster. And when he leaned down to kiss me, I could taste his saltiness on my lips. For a second, his pace faltered, his touch almost tender, even if it only lasted for a few seconds. We both wanted more, though neither of us knew how to give it. There were too many obstacles in our way.
I wanted nothing more than to sin with Marcello, lose myself at the moment and never let go. The pressure built from within, my insides so tight and ready to burst, when a rush of heat commanded control over my body. Right after I came again, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift motion.
He gripped my hip, his other hand on the back of my head. Pushing my cheek to the mattress, he fucked me from behind, this time more violent and crazed than before. Marcello was so rough our skin slapped as he took what he wanted from me.
When his palm came down hard on my ass cheek, I yelped from the extreme pain that sent a tremor up the right side of my body. I loved when he dominated me, turned me into his sex slave.
“Quiet,” Marcello ordered, his voice harsh and cold.
My insides clenched around him, and I came again, thankful for the release. I’d been with enough men to compare. Marcello and his big cock ruined me for all men.
He waited until my body relaxed before pulling out of me again. Then, with a steady hand, he moved me onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and pushed inside me once more. This man had no limits. I swore he could last all night, but he had already destroyed me.
Kissing my inner thigh, he glanced down at me, holding my focus as he went deeper. He didn’t speak a word, only a series of grunts that set my body on fire. After more orgasms than I could count, I felt numb all over. Marcello was better than any drug on the market. He was everything I craved, an addiction I feared I could never kick.
Showing his softer side, Marcello dropped my legs onto the bed and bent forward to kiss me. He changed his pace, slowing just enough to make it hurt less.
My moans died off in his mouth, suffocated by his kisses. I writhed beneath him, and when Marcello came, his entire body trembled. Staring into my eyes, he kissed my forehead and then left a trail of kisses down my neck and chest before sliding out of me. He rolled onto his side and squeezed my breast before dropping his arm onto the mattress.
Our heavy breathing filled the silence in the quiet room. I closed my eyes, doing my best to control my heart rate. I wanted more, though I doubted my body could last another round with Marcello.
Everything hurt, but in the best way possible.
Marcello reached between my legs to stroke my aching pussy. “Think you can handle more, princess?”